Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Germany and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gabor Szabo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Terry,
The Litter,
Ituana,
Section 25,
Excepter,
Leonard Cohen,
Cymande,
10cc,
Duran Duran,
The Skatalites,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The United States of America,
New York Dolls,
The Fall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Make Up,
The Names,
Minnie Riperton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sixth Finger,
The Fortunes,
Magma,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Starr,
Slave,
Amazonics,
Liliput,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Rundgren,
FM Einheit,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Infiniti,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MC5,
Eve St. Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Bluetip,
Pantytec,
H. Thieme,
Von Mondo,
Maurizio,
Glenn Branca,
Shoche,
Wolf Eyes,
Rekid,
Lou Reed,
Oneida,
Livin' Joy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Iggy Pop,
Essential Logic,
Donny Hathaway,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.